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Brilliant, a describing something dumb
You create to the villain I've become
A prophet not to be but heard
Speaks in tongues and sarcasm, to me plain, to you absurd

You don't me, let alone my intent
Actions do not always self
I don't feel in explaining
My opaquely clear

Seed is gently back to mother earth
The flower blooms resplendent a miracle rebirth
The cynic in a of something more
The air cannot compare to what it was the great before

'Member the good old days, the sound
the sweet mustiness underground
No, I don't feel the for relivin'
Some things are off dead

Never the furnace was gonna burn us
We worked the for so long
Comfort of the apathized us
Looks like we ourselves alive

'Member the old band we filled ears with
Nothing to lose, there was to gain
I don't miss my of attention
I do my old friend Tim